I’m not sure when we began to be together
I mean, neither asked the other
it just sort of … happened
 
            like when you look out
in the evening and it’s morning, thinking:
Where did the night go?
 
I’m glad for it.  It’s better.
Two lifelines running together
merging, spilling, seamless
 
two trees growing
twined and intertwined.
 
What will our leaves look like
when they begin to unfold?